Compared to the thrilling first floor, the situation on the third floor can be described as a stagnant pool.

The third floor is the most densely woven by Red Net. From the bottom, you can hardly see the original roof.

But the red light here is the dimmest, not as charming as the first floor, the ghost on the second floor, even withering like death.

One and a half minutes ago, Song Yitong and the other two who received Ji Li's instructions were also searching for one and a half minutes here.

Although this time passes by, it is actually enough for the clerks to do a lot of things.

The first second after reaching the third floor, Song Yitong pulled out the nails on her index finger on her left hand and let her blood drip into all the ground under her feet.

A large amount of blood, like blood flowing in blood vessels, quickly and regularly occupy the entire third floor area.

Blood sin objects have both attributes of secret investigation and monitoring, and can report all information that is not related to supernaturalism to the user.

In just a few seconds, Song Yitong had searched every corner of the third floor.

But the conclusion was that there was no trace of crying ghost on the third floor.

Not only that, no supernatural traces except Red Net did not fall on the third floor at all!

Sin objects will never expire unless there are rules and regulations.

But the library can even accommodate a ghost, so how can there be rules that invalidate the sin?

Then things began to become terrifying. If the sinful object did not make any mistakes, why could there be no trace of supernatural traces?

The intermittent, miserable and miserable crying sounds lingered in the ears of every clerk, and it was useless to block the ears.

Song Yitong, Chen Xu, Zhong Feiluan, and the three of them have divided the third floor into three areas and each has used human resources to find it.

But they didn't get any results for a long time, and in the end they were forced to do so, they turned their eyes to the red net above their heads.

Red Net comes from the supernatural barrier of the Red-clothed Ghost and is also the only supernatural object here. It is also within the scope of the third floor.

Song Yitong is currently standing above a bookshelf in "Z" with her head almost zero distance from the Red Net.

In the palm of her palm, she held a broken knife with some mysterious rune engraved, looked at the slowly moving red lines, and took a deep breath.

"Try it. We have searched all the third floor. If there isn't here, it will be too late."

Seeing that Song Yitong was hesitant, Zhong Feiluan reminded him.

After hearing this, Chen Xu sighed helplessly.

Even though he said that, everyone knew that even if the Red Net was cut off, he would not get any news about the crying ghost.

All the places on the third floor were checked, leaving only the roof, but how could a ghost be hidden here? What's more, this is the barrier of the red-clothed ghost.

Song Yitong also understood that this was just a life-long attempt to try her luck.

Because the "three minutes" of the crying ghost appearing is approaching the countdown, the next time it appears will be half an hour later.

By then, let alone not to catch up with the operation tonight, it may be difficult for them to survive the pursuit of the red-clothed ghost.

Song Yitong shook her head, held the broken knife, and was about to stab the red net.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door on the third floor was pushed open from the outside and a stumbled figure rushed in.

Even because the force of hitting the door was too strong, the body was unbalanced due to inertia and fell directly into the door.

The person who bumped into the door was a thin girl named Lu Jingting.

The second one appeared outside the door was also a woman. She was emitting a shawl, her face was pale, and she shouted with intense tension:

"Stop looking for it, Dean Ji has attracted the red-clothed ghost!"

Moran was trembling when he said this, because on the stairs to her left, a man with inconvenience in legs and feet was walking up step by step with a huge coffin on her back.

The man's already pale skin looked like he had been soaked in blood, and he was shining with a creepy red light.

The most terrifying thing is that as every step he takes, the feeling of oppression becomes stronger and stronger, and it can even cause the living person to lose the ability to escape.

Moran trembled uncontrollably, unable to even speak, so he could only stare at the inside of the third floor with his begging light.

Song Yitong, Zhong Feiluan and Chen Xu, these three were sprinting towards the gate at full speed.

Moran, who was closest to the door, was filled with shock and confusion.

The red-clothed ghost is very strong, or as long as it is a ghost, it is not something humans can imagine.

But it appeared on the second floor for half a second before, and the oppression it brought was definitely not that strong at that time.

Why has its breath not been around for a while, and its battle-hardened senior clerks do not even have the ability to escape?

Could it be that the object it possessed was replaced by the long-haired man in front of him?

Moran's heart was filled with shock and fear, and he couldn't figure it out anyway. With his intelligence and ability, how could he be possessed?

With the unknown code, she could only hope that Song Yitong, who is the strongest sin here, could use the sin to resist.

When Song Yitong and the other two gathered at the door and saw the scene on the stairs, they were also shocked.

Song Yitong held the broken knife, looking forward to the battle, and carefully observed the situation.

Five steps below, the long-haired man emitted a dot-shaped red light around his body, which was even brighter than the red net, making it hard to see his figure clearly.

Even the ancient bronze coffin dragging behind the other party seemed even more gloomy and bloody under the red light.

As he approached, the terrifying sense of oppression came to his face.

Even the broken knife in Song Yitong's palm and the runes on the blade began to be forced to emit mysterious yellow light, and were at the critical point of automatic activation of sin objects.

"Impossible... Ji Li is the one who knows the best of the ghost in red. How could he be possessed?

What's more, it was transferred from Ping Wenbin to him.

This situation will never happen unless Ji Li himself agrees!”

When Song Yitong thought of this, she seemed to realize something and once again looked at the man who was still walking hard.

This time, after the distance was shortened, she finally saw that there were countless white papers large and small on Ji Li's body.

And the dot-shaped red light is projected from those white papers.

In the past, it was just because of the long distance and dazzling light that it could not be seen so clearly.

The most important thing is that when she was watching the man, the man raised his head in a sympathetic manner.

What Song Yitong saw was not the whites of her eyes like Ping Wenbin, but the three-colored strange eyes flowing.

"Ji Li was not possessed, he sealed the red-clothed ghost into his body!"

"Go away!"

Song Yitong shouted at the people who were still watching the show, pushing Molan and Chen Xu into the door with one hand.

When all five people entered the third floor, the long-haired man finally dragged the bronze ancient coffin and entered it.

When he stepped into this place, the entire third floor changed color.

The crying sounds resounded in the ears of everyone, the volume almost increased several times, and it was still rising.

A strong wind swept across the third floor blew up, and countless books flew in the air, torn apart page after page.

The white paper, accompanied by sharp and miserable crying, came towards the clerks,

Although everyone blocked their ears tightly, they still couldn't help but wail.

But what is strange is that when the crying sounds higher, the red nets shrouded on the roof are dimmering again and again, and finally the red lines appear withered gray.

At the same time, the red light on the long-haired man was also rapidly declining, and his bent body returned to normal bit by bit until he was as tall as before.

He wiped the blood marks on his face with his hands, raised his scarlet eyes, burst out with a confident look, and said loudly:

"No need to look for that crying ghost.

In red clothes, the crying sound was actually the same ghost.
Chapter completed!